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The truck came in without headlights, and Leo decided, standing in the cold with his hands jammed in his jacket pockets, that this was the detail he'd remember longest if he lived long enough to remember anything about tonight at all.

"It's simple," Marco said, checking his watch a third time.

"Truck comes in. We verify the count. Truck leaves. You're here because you're good with locks and better with engines, not because anyone expects you to do anything else."

"Verify the count of what."

Ma
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